MARY [gives him water in the dipper]. Don't ye faint here. If them soldiers git ye, they'll kill me an' Thad. Hustle an' git back in the cubby-hole. [MARY turns quickly to the stove. The NORTHERNER drinks the water; puts dipper on table, then, summoning all his strength, rises and crosses to MARY. He touches her on the shoulder. MARY is so startled, that she jumps and utters a faint cry.] NORTHERNER. Be still, or they'll hear you. How are you going to get me out of this? MARY [angrily]. Ye git out. Why did ye come here, a-bringin' me all this extra work, an' maybe death? NORTHERNER. I couldn't go any farther. My horse and I were both near dropping. Won't you help me? MARY. No, I won't. I don't know who ye are or nothin' 'bout ye, 'cept that them men want t' ketch ye. [In a changed tone of curiosity.] Did ye steal somethin' from 'em? NORTHERNER. Don't you understand? Those men belong to the Confederacy, and I'm a Northerner. They've been chasing me all day. [Pulling a bit of crumpled paper from his breast.] They want this paper. If they get it before to-morrow morning it will mean the greatest disaster that's ever come to the Union army. MARY [with frank curiosity]. Was it ye rode by yesterday? NORTHERNER. Don't you see what you can do? Get me out of here and away from those men, and you'll have done more than any soldier could do for the country--for your country. MARY. I ain't got no country. Me an' Thad's only got this farm. Thad's ailin', an' I do most the work, an'---- NORTHERNER. The lives of thirty thousand men hang by a thread. I must save them. And you must help me. MARY. I don't know nothin' 'bout ye, an' I don't know what ye're talkin' 'bout. NORTHERNER. Only help me get away. MARY [angrily]. No one ever helped me or Thad. I lift no finger in this business. Why ye come here in the first place is beyond me--sneakin' round our house, spoilin' our well-earned sleep. If them soldiers ketch ye, they'll kill me an' Thad. Maybe ye didn't know that. NORTHERNER. What's your life and your husband's compared to thirty thousand! I haven't any money or I'd give it to you. MARY. I don't want yer money. NORTHERNER. What do you want? MARY. I want ye t' git away. I don't care what happens t' ye. Only git out of here. NORTHERNER. I can't with the Southerners in the yard. They'd shoot me like a dog. Besides, I've got to have my horse. MARY [with naive curiosity]. What kind o' lookin' horse is it? NORTHERNER [dropping into chair at left of centre table in disgust and despair]. O God! If I'd only turned in at the other farm. I might have found people with red blood. [Pulls out his gun, and hopelessly opens the empty chamber.] MARY [alarmed]. What ye goin' t' do with that gun? NORTHERNER. Don't be afraid. It's not load---- MARY. I'd call 'em in, if I wasn't----